Wind biting my face
Lion roaring in my earHeels locked, heart racing
Hanging on tight, butterflies
Fluttering in my stomach.
I have no choice but
To put all my trust in you,
To lean when you do
Close my eyes, and hold my breath
And believe that we're flying.
Caren E. Salas
(for Michael McCabe - Thanks for showing me I could still fly. I know you're really flying now. Heaven had no idea what they were in for...)
Caren, the way you pain the imagery is stunning.
ReplyDeleteit is necessary to make believe we are flying.
bless you,
keep up the excellence.
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